displacement, the basement, isolation commented  relented six stairs down naked bulb, tired lungs,  tired eyes, crooked thumbs not up but sideways  for now. the rise and fall and gentle drops  precipitation never stops i pulled the clouds  inside me and now it's raining again. cried in  my sleep last night for the first time. dying while  i live, living where we die. futility abounds six feet  deep within the coffee grounds. there ashtrays  are volcanoes now apartments burn in red and  brown salt the earth and never grow notice  ashes look like snow falling and just sitting there  more trash than the county fair the smell of  crowds, a burning nose a smell familiarly morose  half-assed attempt only to fail half-assed reflection  ghostly pale you're waving while  i disappear---ashes cementing my fear ...